Hello, I'm warning you before hand that I know where I want this story to go but I don't know how, exactly that's going to happen so I may update it sporadically.

But if you have any comments (good or bad, I'm good at taking bad comments... they usually make me laugh) leave them when you're done reading

Also I don't own Naruto. This is just for fun, and a way to avoid doing my school work. :)

(Last note I swear) it's in italics because there's two POVs in this story and because I don't want to give away who this one is, I decided to show the differences in them that way.

Prologue

She looked up at me with horror in her deep brown eyes, already huddled against the cabinet, knowing her fate. She was the last one left. The others that lived in the house were scattered around in various rooms. There were two in the bathroom, one in the living room, another in one of the three bedrooms and finally her in the kitchen. She had actually made it pretty far; I had originally tied her up in the living room, for some reason or another saving her for last. I always leave one of the first ones found for last… watching their reactions is just… too fun.

I looked at her, wondering whether I was going to slit her throat the way I usually killed... like that of all the others in the house. Or should I get creative with her? Twirling the knife that I had grabbed from the knife block on the counter earlier, I considered my options. She flinched back as some blood sprayed onto her face, flung by the movement of the knife. She didn't make a sound though, which intrigued me. Usually my victims are whimpering… even the quarterback last week had already peed himself by the time I got back to him.

Stabbing the knife into the ground, I took off her gag and asked, "Why aren't you screaming? Everyone tries to scream, even if it's pointless."

She gave me a look that was full of hatred and scorn, "Why would I give you the joy of hearing me scream?"

I chuckled knowing what I was going to do with her suddenly. "Have you ever bathed in blood before?" I asked her biting my lower lip extremely curious as to how she would answer. She seemed different. She is different, not even a single tear has spilled yet.

She rolled her brown eyes at me, "Every day before bed."

I grinned at her, "Sarcasm… I like it."

I left the house, thinking gleefully that this job would definitely confuse the police. They will probably think that I'm getting cocky. I chuckled. "Getting cocky". That's great. I already am. They apprehended someone who they believed to be responsible for my last hit and set a court date. That poor guy did nothing. In the morning, everyone will know it too... that I'm still out there. They thought I was escalating in violence; really I'm just playing with them.

This will be my last one for a while. She might actually be able to pull through this. Maybe I will try to help her through it. The police would probably suspect something if I did, though. I have no reason to try to help her through it. She doesn't know me. Yes. This will be the last one for a while.

As long as no one pisses me off.

The next chapter should be out next week sometime... I have up to chapter 5 done already (all of them are longer than this one, although they vary in length)

Thanks for reading! ^~^